There's always happier days to hark back to
And the more fucked up things are
The happier those epochs seem to be
While waiting for a prodigy
And listening to the debilitated beating of my ticker
I remembered one of those days
The pick pocket game In coast with my kins
I'd never imagine that the seconds after I had placed a moolah in my pocket could be so much merrymaking.
But I guess that's nostalgia
Finding out that moments from the past
Even if we didn't realise it at the time
Were true happiness .